I trusted him. Dumber words were never spoken about a kid who is almost two and a half years old. Today we have our weekly play date and this time, its at my house. So that meant I needed to be showered and ready, and attempt to have our house semi-inhabitable by lunch. That is no small task. Will woke up at 9:00ish, and I jumped in the shower since Jack was still sleeping. I thought Will could watch a little Backyardigans and I could zoom through my "get ready" process. He was totally mesmerized by the show, so I knew I didn't have to worry.
After a few minutes in the shower, I heard him say "wash hair, momma." Yeah, buddy, Mommy's washing her hair. Oh wait... upon exiting the shower, I learned that it was not that he was saying that I was washing my hair... he was letting me know that he was doing his. On the treadmill. With hand soap. And no water. Yet another reason why three kids is more than enough.